This is the story of the week my son Sean died, and God carrying me through that week. I share it to give hope to those who need God to carry them through their own crisis right now.
When I brought my firstborn home from the hospital, I taped
a poster next to the changing table that had visual instructions of how to
change a diaper, how to give a bath, how to take care of the umbilical
cord. For the next few weeks, every
single time I had to do one of those things I would study that poster as if it
held the secrets of the universe.
When my first born was a few months old, he stubbed his toe,
jumping in a jumping chair. I bawled my
eyes out. I was devastated with his
Forward 21 years—I was preparing to teach a class, (for a
homeschool co-op), my husband was home from work, and Sean, our sixteen-year-old
was leaving to go for a bike ride. Sean
wanted to be a bike racer, and frequently went on training bike rides.
My husband is a…
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2 thoughts on “The Gift of Grace”
Thank you for sharing your heartbreaking loss with us and the way in which God carried you. His grace is sufficient. This is how we know we can face tomorrow whatever tomorrow holds. May God continue to bless you and carry you.
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Thank you for your words of encouragement and truth!! So appreciate your comment!! God bless you as well. 🙂